The Voices of my Kidnappers

A story in the process of being co-written by me and Rawr-I_love_yu(On Miss Literati)! :)


6. Chapter 6

Louis' Point of View

Harry, Niall and I were waiting for Liam to return from his phone call with Ireland's mum. We sat in silence, trying to avoid looking at her. She looked so helpless, just sitting there. She was handling it pretty well, considering the circumstances. We had Liam to thank for that, though. He'd really been the most sympathetic towards her. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered him swooping her up bridal style from the back of the van. Liam popped his head around the corner and beckoned us to join him.

“It's okay, guys. The mom's fine, no cops were called,” he reassured us. There was a joint sigh of relief. This would have been difficult to explain.

“What now?” Niall asked, his blue eyes flitting between Liam and myself.

“How should I know? Louis is the boss,” Liam said.

Harry stifled a giggle at me being referred to as “boss”. He's so weird. “Yeah, what's next, boss?”

“Well, I guess it's now or never, right?” I said, shrugging. “We just have to wait for Zayn.”

“Here and reporting for duty, boss,” Zayn's voice came from behind me. He'd just come back in from his smoke.

Harry snickered again, but I cut him off. “Look, now that we're all here, let's just do this thing.”

They all followed me back into the main room, where Ireland sat on the small, dingy couch. “Can I remove my blindfold now?” she asked.

I felt everyone's eyes on me. Even the girl's and she couldn't even see. I gave a small nod and Liam rushed to unbind her.

“Okay, the light is a little bright, so let your eyes adjust, okay?” he muttered as he struggled with the knot. Finally, the cloth slipped away and our identities were revealed at last. An unbelieving blink, followed by a beat of stunned silence.

“You're- you're One Direction,” she said, almost like she still couldn't believe it. “One Direction. You're One Direction!” It finally seemed to click and any resentment she held towards us vanished immediately.

She spun around to face Liam, who was still seated right behind her on the couch. “You're Liam.”

He nodded, a wide, goofy grin on his face. “Hello, love.”

She stood up and spun around slowly, taking everything in. I gave her a small smile as her eyes landed on me. In my peripheral vision, I saw the others do the same.

“Does this mean I won the contest?”

The room was filled with laughter.


It had been two hours since we'd taken off the blindfold and so far we'd ordered three pizzas and played about our entire set. Twice.

Not that I was complaining or anything. Ireland was the model fan, really. She didn't scream or squeal when we spoke to her, and she wasn't trying to get us in her bed. She sat back and listened-really listened-when we spoke and she sang along when we performed. In the few hours we'd known her, it seemed we'd all become very good friends.

“Any more requests?” Niall asked her. He was sitting on the couch with his guitar and the rest of us were sat on the floor in front of him.

“'Heart Attack!” Harry yelled.

Ireland laughed. She loved watching Niall do the “ow!”s. With a shrug, he complied and we all started to sing again.

After the song was over, we heard Paul walk down the hall. He stopped in the doorway, taking in the scene. We'd made a bit of a mess. Pizza boxes and empty soda cans were littered across the floor and Ireland's school things were scattered among them.

“I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourselves,” he said finally.

Ireland beamed up at him. “Thank you, sir, for letting me spend the day with the boys. I know how busy you all must be.”

A small smile ghosted his face as he nodded at her. “No problem, darling. But it's actually time to leave.”

“Huh?” There wasn't a smile on her face now. “Leave? Why? Aren't I supposed to go to the concert?”

Paul chuckled. “Oh yes, you're going to the concert. But the boys have one last-minute rehearsal to attend and I think you'd rather like to get ready. You _are_ going to go onstage in front of millions of people, after all.”

She glanced down at herself and took in her casual school clothes. “Oh. Right, thanks for reminding me.”

She scrambled to her feet and gathered all her things. Paul waited for her to finish before leading her outside, where a chauffeur was waiting to take her home. She looked back at us once more and gave us a big, goofy wave.

It was a bit silly, but I was missing her already.

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